Chapter 31 31. Wen Jiajia's Crow's Mouth

Anyone can act as the crow's mouth in other people's lives, but any of these people will definitely hope that others will look forward to their own good. "A good spirit is not a bad spirit", the old saying is always true. Lao Zhong couldn't be contacted as if he had disappeared, and Wen Jiajia had never been so flustered as now. The last time she was flustered was because her father had a sudden illness and was so anxious that it would be better to have surgery as soon as possible, but she couldn't get a number, and the normal number would be four months later. Since then, Wen Jiajia has said to herself that if she cannot be the master of her own destiny, then she must minimize the damage, and the most direct and effective way is money.

"Closing wealth and eliminating disasters", the predecessors all had great wisdom. People say that money is like water, and it is a metaphor that spending money is like running water, but "water can carry a boat and overturn it." Disasters caused by money will only happen to rich people, but no matter how rich you are, you can settle it no. As for the poor, they will not face this kind of bad luck in their whole life, because the realm of this kind of disaster is too high for the poor to reach. For example, this time, what happened to the old clock. When Wen Jiajia was a student, there were also strange things such as "pen fairy" and "dish fairy" that were popular in their school for a while.Human IQ tells them that those are all fake, but everyone has fun playing it.

Sometimes even if Wen Jiajia has a sharp eye and finds out that her classmates are cheating, she will not expose it. Instead, she chooses to believe it, because this kind of game is all about fun, and whether the result is accurate or not is not important. But Wen Jiajia never thought that one day she would become dependent on this trick... After Frank followed Wen Jiajia back to her room, he turned around and closed the door, went straight to the window and drew the curtains, and finally turned off all the lights. This room seemed to be a secret room. Facing such a confined space, Wen Jiajia immediately looked at Frank nervously, but she couldn't see clearly.

Frank walked up to Wen Jiajia and looked back at her. Wen Jiajia seemed to be facing an enemy: "You, what are you going to do..." Frank reached out to the side of Wen Jiajia's hair and pulled out the hairpin of her bun, and her hair fell down quickly. Wen Jiajia hugged her clothes tightly, turned her face and shouted tremblingly, "I'm pregnant!" Frank ignored her, walked to the table with a hairpin, took out a piece of paper, and lowered his head to write something on it. Wen Jiajia approached cautiously, and curiously stretched her head to look, and saw Frank writing the words "life" and "death" on the paper.

Obviously, Frank is not interested in pregnant women, although his behavior is too weird. Wen Jiajia asked, "What are you doing?" Frank didn't speak, put the paper flat, took the matchbox and placed it upright in the middle of the paper, then carefully put Wen Jiajia's hairpin on it. After finding the balance, the hairpin was like a compass, with one left and one right Life and death words. Frank pulled Wen Jiajia to sit opposite him: "Come on, sit down." Wen Jiajia sat down holding her stomach with some uncertainty. Then, Frank grabbed Wen Jiajia's hand, put it on top of the hairpin, and looked at Wen Jiajia seriously: "This is a very ancient Indian divination method. You think about the question you want to ask, and then it will Give the answer."

Wen Jiajia said in words: "This is called superstition..." Frank said, "You always wear this hairpin, right?" Wen Jiajia nodded: "Yes!" Frank looked at her seriously: "Then it's no problem, this hairpin already has a telepathic connection with you. Come on, now you are thinking about him in your heart, concentrate and don't think about anything else. Be sincere." Wen Jiajia was finally infected by Frank, and grabbed his hand seriously, equally serious. And Frank seemed to take Wen Jiajia's hand and stretch his arms to be more formal.The movement caused Frank's sleeves to fall, revealing his wrist and the plain metal gym ring on it.

In the end, Frank took Wen Jiajia's hand and approached the hairpin in mid-air, and the hairpin seemed to have been sensed, and it actually moved, turning slightly towards the "birth" side. Wen Jiajia screamed in fright. Frank smiled and let go of her hand: "Don't worry, your boyfriend is not dead." Wen Jiajia was still in a state of shock, staring at the words on the paper: "What's going on?" Frank played tricks, not intending to reveal the answer, he stood up, picked up the dream catcher and handed it to Wen Jiajia: "Have a good sleep, the call will be connected tomorrow morning, and the credit card will be restored, okay? Hang this over your bed and you won't have nightmares."

Wen Jiajia took the dream catcher handed over by Frank, still a little clouded. Frank added: "The Indian's dream catcher is very effective." Wen Jiajia smiled: "Thank you." Frank turned around and was about to go out, but Wen Jiajia stopped him first: "Frank!" Seeing him stand still, Wen Jiajia hesitated: "I'm sorry for those words!" Frank just shook his head, saying it didn't matter. Wen Jiajia continued to ask: "Then can I ask what happened again?" Frank said: "You can only ask once, that's the rule." With that said, he went out and closed the door, leaving Wen Jiajia alone to stare blankly at the dream catcher in his hand and the "divination tools" on the table.

In fact, after Frank left, Wen Jiajia was still very anxious, but at least she was not so anxious. She had to admit that, no matter whether Frank's method was really useful, or to give her spiritual comfort, she was indeed not as hysterical as before. I hope, I hope everything is just a false alarm, even if something happens to Lao Zhong, he can turn danger into good luck. Early the next morning, Wen Jiajia returned to normal.She got up from the bed, feeling as if everything was a different world, as if her emotions last night had never had a big ups and downs, and everything was just an illusion.

When Wen Jiajia returned to the confinement center calmly, she met Chen Yue, who had a distorted face and bared her teeth.Chen Yue's painful groans flowed from her teeth, but she still insisted on walking outside without relying on any tools. Mrs. Huang held the small box in one hand, and supported Chen Yue in the other, as if she was dressed to rush to the hospital. Wen Jiajia asked in surprise, "Is this the birth?" Mrs. Huang said, "I'm sorry, but you have to cook your own lunch." After speaking, he hurriedly helped Chen Yue out, and the two got into a taxi parked by the roadside one after the other.

Chen Yue still didn't forget to turn her head and say, "By the way, there is a phone call for you, and the number is posted on the refrigerator." Who would call Seattle to find her?Wen Jiajia drew a question mark in her heart. Then, she took the note from the refrigerator with a big question mark on it, and there was a string of numbers written on it, which should be from China, but it was not Lao Zhong's number. Wen Jiajia returned the phone and asked cautiously, "Hello, who is looking for me?" A flat voice appeared on the other end of the phone: "Hi, Wen Jiajia, I'm Mrs. Zhong." Mrs. Chung?Mrs. Chung! In Wen Jiajia's world, there is only one woman who can call herself like this, and that is Lao Zhong's wife! In the past few years, Wen Jiajia also dreamed about the moment when Mrs. Zhong came to her door.Old Mrs. Zhong can be regarded as a respectable person in the upper class. She probably doesn't know how to bring a group of people to beat her up. At most, she just takes the elegant route and invites Wen Jiajia to a high-end club, and the two drink coffee together. While discussing the price of severance pay. It is inevitable to be a thief with a guilty conscience. Although Wen Jiajia has imagined the above plot countless times, she never hoped that it would come. But later, Wen Jiajia dispelled these naive thoughts, because she gradually understood the way of getting along with Mrs. Zhong and Mrs. Zhong.Old Zhong lingers in the flowers, but he will always leave a place for Mrs. Zhong, and most nights of the year he will go home for bed.Old Mrs. Zhong probably understood how secure the position under her buttocks was, so she never cried and quarreled with Lao Zhong about these things. She was always calm and indifferent, without changing her face. Wen Jiajia asked herself that she couldn't reach this level, so she couldn't play the role of Mrs. Zhong. That is definitely a realm that a mortal like her will never be able to reach. It's just that now, this old Mrs. Zhong, who is so big that she can almost win a world award, would condescendingly call Wen Jiajia overseas. This is even more a world anecdote. There is only one possibility... Wen Jiajia thought of this possibility, and suddenly fell down on the sofa in despair, her voice trembling: "He...is he dead? Is Lao Zhong dead?" The piece of paper with "life" and "death" appeared in Wen Jiajia's mind at the right time, and her limbs became cold, just like the moment when she heard her father's sudden serious illness back then, as if her life had been veiled. A layer of haze. Wen Jiajia's sobbing also made Mrs. Zhong fall into silence. This confirmed Wen Jiajia's conjecture even more. She knew that her crow's mouth was always very effective, almost without fail, but she never thought of cursing Old Zhong to death. The more Wen Jiajia thought about it, the more frightened she became. She felt that the future was gloomy. She cried, "I knew he must be dead! Was he kidnapped or was there a car accident?" For a rich person like Lao Zhong, it is unlikely that he will die suddenly from a disease, only from an accident. Unexpectedly, Old Zhong's wife raised her voice and said hysterically, "Who says he's dead? Old Zhong isn't dead yet!" Wen Jiajia stopped crying immediately, and sniffed: "Ah?! He's not dead? You mean he's still alive?" Old Mrs. Zhong's tone was no longer calm, probably because Wen Jiajia's thoughtless words disrupted her composition, her tone was very annoyed: "Of course he is alive, but now he would rather die than live!" Wen Jiajia frowned, feeling very surprised by Mrs. Zhong's gritted teeth and gloating tone. Old Mrs. Zhong continued to break the news: "He was arrested because of fraud." Wen Jiajia stood up suddenly, and said to the end angrily: "Oh, I said that he will have this day sooner or later! I told him to be careful and keep a low profile, but he never listened! Look! , How about now?! Now it’s the same crime as taking bribes! One hundred thousand will have to go to jail! How can Lao Zhong only have this amount of bribes! Let me tell you..." Wen Jiajia spoke happily, as if she had witnessed it with her own eyes. Old Mrs. Zhong was also pushed beyond the limit by Wen Jiajia's hindsight again, and interrupted her yelling: "Okay!" Wen Jiajia shut up all of a sudden, just like a young daughter-in-law meeting a big wife in ancient society. Old Mrs. Zhong took a deep breath, and finally seized the opportunity to display her demeanor, and said, "Actually, I have known you for a long time! I called to tell you that his property has been sealed. Now the Public Security Bureau is also looking for you. You, so for your safety, you'd better not contact Lao Zhong again, and don't call him again, understand! I'm telling you for the sake of the child in your belly! So I also Always warn him, goblins like you who only spend money on men, which man will not be spent in prison by you, but he just won't listen, look, something has happened now... Hey, if you still talk about love , just think about how you can get him out." After Mrs. Zhong made her rounds, she hung up the phone with a "click". Wen Jiajia sat down on the sofa like a deflated ball, her eyes were dull and her ears were buzzing. Lao Zhong is not dead, but the current situation is not much better than death.